|My little lamb~| [Discontinued]

Chapter. 2 🍬

Your lungs aren't the same size

. . .

You open your eyes to see nothing, nothing but darkness all around you.

You could hear shuffling and what seemed to be chewing noises.

You sit up and try to focus your eyes by squinting.

You heard chuckling, low and raspy but you couldn't point out where it was coming from.

You then feel a hand tightly grab your shoulder sending a sharp pain through it.

You scream as the hand drags you.

You start scratching and hitting the hand but it wasn't doing anything.

It drops you as you frantically look around still unable to see.

Then something viciously pushes down on your chest knocking the wind out of you.

You groan and feel something cold up against your throat.

You were now finally able to see what was going on and saw... him.. it's the serial killer, his mouth was covered in blood...

Your breathing starts to pick up but he starts crushing your chest by putting his weight on you and you start screaming and start struggling to breathe.

"Shhh... it'll be over soon..."

He hushes you and starts pressing what you assumed was a knife down onto your throat more and more until it started to cut through your skin.

You tried pushing the knife away but it was pointless, he was huge compared to you, and was much more stronger than you.

You started to panic as the knife and the weight on your chest was becoming agonizing.

Tears were dripping down your cheeks as the killer just looked at you with content...

...

You wake up sweating with tears running down your cheeks as you look around quickly you lay down again and try to calm you down.

You pick up your phone to see that it was morning.

You groan and practically drag yourself out of the bed stumbling a bit on your way to your kitchen.

Opening the old rickety cabinet for a box of cereal, you put the box down onto the counter and grab a spoon, bowl and milk.

《Time skip》

It was now afternoon and you were still nervous about the serial killer you had bumped into.

You were now trying to decide whether you should stay inside or go out trick or treating...

You didn't want to just let that costume sit and pick up dust though...

"*sigh* I guess I could just be more alert tonight.."

You get up and start putting up some decorations that have been stored away in old dust boxes.

By the time you were done with searching through every box for the decorations and putting them up it was nighttime.

You grabbed a big bowl and put the candy in it.

Satisfied you go up to your room to get changed into your costume.

Walking out of your house, you close the door and lock it.

You walk around going up to different houses getting a comment here and there most of them being ''Aren't you too old for trick or treating?''